Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"Yoli. Yoli, come on, wake up. Say something to me."

Lizetta's hands were trembling, her voice shattered. She couldn't bring herself to touch Yolanda, fearing she might shatter her into pieces.

How could there be so much blood? Such a torrent flowing from beneath Yoli's head.

"Somebody help! Please, someone save her."

Her vision blurred, everything around her seemed to dissolve into ghostly shadows, a vast emptiness swirling before her eyes.

Only the glaring red beneath Yolanda stood out, so vivid, so scarlet.

It was all her fault. She knew it was reckless, yet she insisted on throwing this damned wedding, and now Yolanda was paying the price because of her.

"Liz."

what had happened as he caught sight of Yolanda unconscious in a pool

sight of Lizetta sitting there, trembling and breaking down, and the blood staining Lizetta's wedding dress, turning the pristine white into a haunting red, clenched his heart in an iron grip, a suffocating pain. He called out to her unconsciously, but Lizetta seemed not to hear

he'd ever felt, but one thing was crystal clear

were to happen to Yolanda, he and Lizetta

on one knee, swiftly tearing a piece of fabric to carefully

the same time, he barked orders at

staff in the hotel, and as the manager

The doctors are on their way,

intense loathing and coldness, sharp and piercing, as if a million needles were ready to tear him

and meek, avoiding conflict, never taking initiative to

never seen her look at anyone with such

at him that way,

even heard her say in a voice foreign and hoarse, "Don't touch

as a storm cloud, while Lizetta looked around desperately for someone to help,